“Last warning, Kacie,” I said.
She turned her lip up in a sneer.
“Hi, umm, I’m Kimber. And you are?” Kimber said.
Damn, but I was so in love with this woman it wasn’t even funny.
“Bitch we look just alike. Who the fuck do you think I am?” Kacie scoffed bitterly.
I sighed, “She’s my sister, baby.”
Kimber nodded, then bit her lip.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Kacie.
She scoffed, “No. I don’t need to eat someone out of house and home. Not like your bitch does.”
I saw Kimber flinch.
I growled as I stepped toward Kacie. “Get out.”
“I think I’m going to go,” Kimber said.
I looked at her and sighed, knew how this was probably going to play out, then I nodded.
My first mistake.
I missed the hurt that flashed in her eyes.
Then she walked to my bedroom, came out moments later with her things, and left without sparing me a glance.
I winced.
Then I looked at Kacie and asked, “What do you want?”
“A couple hundred,” she said.
I growled, then moved to my room, tagged my wallet, pulled out what cash I had, and then... put a hundred of it back in.
Then I walked back to the kitchen and handed her seventy-five dollars.
She lifted a brow after she counted it, “Where’s the rest of it?”
I shook my head, “All I got.”
“Then let’s go to the bank,” she said as she walked to the door.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and said, “Kacie.”
She looked at me, saw that I wasn’t following her, and growled, “Are you serious? You get with some bitch and won’t help me out.”
I glared, “Don’t call her that.”
She snorted, “I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want to.”
I shrugged, “Fine. Then don’t bother coming to me when you need money next time.”
She glared, then stormed out of my house.
